On the edge

i've never bullied anyone but i do feel like most people bully because they think it is cool. although it's not.

On the edge, ready to die and five times I've failed. I just don't understand it, life is a living hell. I can't stand the taunting and teasing. Then I have to stand on my own two feet like my life is so easy .

But it's cool, they say. But I see the victim's tortured face. The look of silent disgrace. That poor pitifull look but I look away.

I'm a monster, I hate it, but I can't stop- I've gone too far. I'm the powerful leader in this school- like war. I don't have it all. My victims have more than me. But I'm pretty and popular and that's all I need.

Well, maybe on that last kid I could've taken it a little easy... But no, she didn't pay attention to me and that's rule number three. Oh my gosh, what am I doing?- this girl just took her life! I didn't mean to make anyone commit suicide.

It was an accident.- it was just a joke. I can't erase the tortured face of that girl as she hung herself - as she choked.

I can't live like this. I just cannot. I already know where I'm going... somewhere that's hot.

How can these other girls do it? How can they with such a straight face? Didn't they see it - the poor look of disgrace?

I'm a monster and now my punishment- I must die. I can't live knowing I've ended someone's life. Why did I do it? Why did I oblige?

Now I'm on the edge, and I'm ready to die. But 5 times I've failed and why must this be? Those victims make it look so easy.

Maybe that's my punishment. I don't get the privaledge of the other side. -I've caused hell on earth, have I not? Now on earth I shall suffer, now on earth I shall rot.

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